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Tyler's bedroom door was pushed open by Michael Moon, he heard some noise coming from upstairs in his brother's home and curiosity got the better of him. 'Probably shagging some bird' Michael had thought as he quietly climbed the stairs. The sight that greeted him was the complete opposite and he was stopped in his tracks as he gasped at Ryan riding Tyler and Fatboy's greasy cocks.
The three men on the bed froze when they heard the gasp and Tyler turned his head to see his brother staring back at him, looking very confused. Before anybody could speak, Michael turned and quickly left the house, trying to catch his breath as he slipped into a nearby alleyway he groped his crotch area and found his own dick was rock hard and tenting his suit trousers. He wasn't sure whether to act on this or not, new feelings ran through him and the sight of his brother's stiff prick filled his brain. Michael turned and ran, not knowing where he was going but he needed to be as far away from the square as possible.
Tyler, Ryan and Fatboy had now dismounted each other and were changing back into their clothes. An embarrassing silence filled the room and nobody looked at each other as they each panicked about what Michael would do next. Ryan gave the lads a shifty smile before leaving the room and leaving Tyler and Fatboy.
"I need to go after him", Tyler said mournfully, "see you later". He kissed Fatboy briefly on the lips and also left the house.
Fatboy was a bit pissed off. He was still incredibly horny and was enjoying the threesome a lot, he needed to get off and didn't care who with. Peering out of the window he saw Dexter, Cora's new-found grandson, walking across the square on the way to the car lot. 'Perfect' he thought as he gave his package a squeeze. Leaving the house empty, Fatboy jogged to catch up with Dexter and watched as he entered his workplace. Fatboy prayed nobody else would be in there, he'd seen this young black lad around a few times now and had always checked him out since he'd discovered his liking for boys when he hooked up with Tyler. Creeping up and poking his head around the door, he was pleased to find the car lot empty apart from Dexter who was currently changing into his overalls. Fatboy gulped in wonder as he eyed the sculpted body of this stud stood there in his tight white boxers that hugged his cute bubble butt. Fatboy could feel his cock pulsing and threatening to explode right there – he had to make a move.
"Hey man, what's up?" Fatboy remarked, causing Dexter to jump.
"Shit man! You scared me" Dexter laughed, giving Fatboy a grin. "What you after, didn't know you had a motor..." he quizzed.
"Nah I don't, look I'm gonna be really honest with you, I've got a job for you if you wanna earn yourself twenty quid?" Fatboy said in a low whisper as he got closer to Dexter who was half inside his overalls now.
"Yeah, usually do pretty much anything for a bit of cash!" Dexter said, curious as to what Fatboy needed.
"OK well it's something I need right away... don't overreact and if you're not interested just say no and we'll say no more. Will you let me suck you off and I'll wank myself off at the same time, then I'll leave. Twenty quid and we'll be done within ten minutes." Fatboy spat the words out as quickly as he could, he was getting nervous and felt like he was doing so much lately that he'd never entertained before.
Dexter was totally shocked, he didn't say anything for a good 20 seconds and just looked at the floor. He'd never been with a guy before sexually and never wanted to, but to receive a blowjob for 20 quid... hell he'd consider paying for a blowjob sometimes!
"Make it thirty quid and we're on mate" Dexter said, grinning at his own cheekiness.
"Done" Fatboy muttered, slamming the metal door behind him and unbuttoning his trousers as he approached Dexter who was now lowering his overalls again.
About a mile away in a public toilet, Michael was furiously tossing himself off in a cubicle, his tie stuffed in his mouth to stifle the moans as he kept playing over the earlier scene in his mind. He pictured Ryan's hole clamped tightly to a thick white dick that belonged to his younger brother and a caramel cock that belonged to Fatboy. Michael's head was spinning and his thoughts were halted by his name being called from the other side of the toilet block.
"Michael! I know you're in here" shouted Tyler who had caught up to his fleeing sibling and spotted him enter.
Michael quickly tried to stuff his cock back in his trousers but Tyler had already walked into the adjoining cubicle and climbed on to the toilet to peer over the top. He caught Michael trying to stop his tool spring out of his pants but it was no use, that big dick did not want to be restrained. Michael's 8.5 slender inches throbbed and his big balls hung low filled with potent spunk. Tyler hadn't considered him in this way before but the sight in front of him made his hole tingle and his mouth water.
"Tyler fuck off! I can't discuss this with you" Michael snapped, his face bright red – part from embarrassment, part from the energetic wanking.
Tyler raised his eyebrows and leapt over the top of the cubicle, landing right between Michael's legs. He stared down at the cock in front of him that bobbed about freely, boldly knelt down and engulfed it in his throat causing Michael's eyes to roll back and his hands to unconsciously grip the back of Tyler's head. As he moved his brother's face up and down his leaking dick he tried not to think how wrong this was and concentrate on the pleasure.
"Oh god, you fucking cock whore. You strut round like some ladies man and you've got an appetite for penis!" Michael snarled, his dominant side coming through.
Tyler moaned in agreement and put his tongue to work, coating the underside of Michael's meat in saliva as he felt his own organ bulging against the denim of his jeans. He began to tickle Michael's balls and work his fingers down to the crack, feeling daring and making the most of the situation he unleashed his own cock and softly stroked that with one hand while teasing Michael's virgin hole with the middle finger of the other hand.
"Yesss, you can touch there if you want you dirty boy" Michael gasped, "I've had some women who don't mind a fiddle and it always felt good". Michael closed his eyes and sucked in a breath as Tyler deepthroated him while slipping the tip of his finger into his ring.
Tyler was really close to cumming himself, he had to take his hand off his prick to stop himself and a surge of lust came over him as he felt the tightness of Michael's arse. He quickly slurped off of Michael's dick and jumped to his feet.
"Mate, I'm gonna have to fuck you" Tyler moaned, gripping Michael's ankles and forcefully lifting and spreading his legs.
"What, no!?!!" yelled Michael, trying to free his legs from Tyler's grips. "Get the hell off!" he angrily shouted.
Michael was fighting a losing battle though, his strength and weight over his older but skinnier brother meant he could lean forward and trap his brother's legs between their bodies, exposing his spread arse for Tyler to prod. Michael's hands clawed at Tyler's body but the position meant he could merely grab at his torso or arse and had no way of fighting him off. Michael continued to shout, even spitting in his brother's face to try and deter him but it was to no avail. Tyler lined his throbbing, leaking cock up with the tight pretty pink hole in front of him and pushed forward, causing a yelp of pain from Michael. Tyler leaned down and planted his lips hard against Michael's who resisted the kiss and tried to push him off but couldn't. The forceful fuck was going ahead, he had no choice. Tyler slowly slipped inch after inch of his full 9 incher inside, moaning at the amazing warmth and tightness. Michael's eyes watered at the sensation, but being a bit of an experimenter in the bedroom he couldn't help but feel this was a kinky situation. The taboo of the incest, the fact he had effectively been raped... Michael quite liked being dominated and not having control, and felt Tyler's dick stretching him while his own cock remained hard. He was turned on and could potentially enjoy this after his earlier protests.
Tyler was really enjoying himself being in control like this and felt his balls tighten as he pounded in and out of Michael, the friction on his cock proving too much and the look in his brother's eyes sent him over the edge and rope after rope of cum splattered Michael's insides. Michael was shocked but a little turned on to feel the spunk splash up him and begin to leak back out against Tyler's steely nob. Tyler panted as he emptied his seed and pulled out, releasing his grip on his latest fuck and collapsing the floor. Michael sheepishly looked at Tyler and tried his luck.
"Seeing as you've just forced yourself on me, fancy finishing me off?" he whispered, nodding down to his still throbbing erection.
Tyler smiled and without words, began to suck his brother to orgasm.
Back over at the car lot and Fatboy was also putting his tongue to good use, it was currently exploring the foreskin of a moaning Dexter. The lad had his white boxers around his ankles and had discarded his overalls on the floor as Fatboy gave him an expert blowjob while tossing himself off. Dexter closed his eyes and imagined a hot black girl going down on him, but even then he couldn't help but realise that guys must give the best head cos this was so much better than usual. He pinched his own nipples as he felt Fatboy's nose bury in his trimmed pubes, the guy was taking his whole 8 inches! Dexter's eyes shot open in shock as Fatboy also stretched open his mouth and swallowed his balls too – Dexter's entire sex organs were inside Fatboy's mouth, being sucked and gobbled on like his life depended on it. And Dexter was being paid for this amazing privilege!
Across the square, Joey Branning had literally just lifted Deano Wicks off his amazing penis. His biceps flexed as he hoisted the older lad off him and placed him on the desk. They had just spent a good 20 minutes intensely fucking, Deano getting the best shag of his entire life and never wanting it to end.
"I've gotta go mate, but thanks for letting me shoot up you" Joey said, giving Deano a slap on the ass. "Head off soon and lock up yeah?" he said, buttoning up his jeans, throwing the keys to Deano who still lay dazed on the desk.
Joey strutted off across the square feeling like the king of Walford having just given another lad a taste of what he could offer. He remembered he had a deal on the go with Phil involving some motors and he needed an update. He wanted to throw his weight around and felt really cocky at the moment, his muscles covered in a light film of sweat under his clothes from the powerful fuck. Jogging up to the car lot, he approached the door and knocked. There was no answer so he tried it and it was open but the lights were off. Joey walked in and could make out the shape of two people in the corner, looking like they were trying to hide.
"Oi, what you up to?" Joey shouted, grabbing a nearby baseball bat for protection as he assumed these could be robbers.
"Shit!" he heard from the corner. "Joey dude, it's me Fatboy! Look stay there." he nervously shouted.
"What the fuck are you up to, who's that with you?" Joey enquired, peering as he stepped a little closer.
Dexter was frantically trying to hide behind a cabinet but Joey spotted him and Fatboy had to explain.
"Look man, this is just... just a little business deal going on here" Fatboy stuttered.
"So why is he naked and leaking precum?" Joey quizzed, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, we've got history no need to lie. Share the wealth!" Joey grinned.
Joey had only just stopped fucking Deano ten minutes ago but he was a horny young lad and still had enough stamina for some more fun. He approached the two of them and unbuttoned his jeans, flopping out his semi-hard cock that still had cum around the head. Fatboy sunk to his knees and worshipped the cock he had missed for a few weeks, although he felt he was falling for Tyler he had to admit Joey had the best dick he'd experienced.
"Hey man what about our deal?" Dexter whined, still crouching in the corner.
"Climb up and stand on his shoulders" Joey nodded to Fatboy's direction and Dexter did as he was told, standing on Fatboy's shoulders so he penis was now almost level with Joey's head. Joey bent down and sucked the tip which caused Dexter to shudder and Fatboy felt the weight of him as he concentrated on cleaning cum of Joey's dick and loving the obvious taste of someone's ass on it. Dexter couldn't believe that these two lads wanted his dick but he wasn't complaining, in fact he was very close as Joey slipped his tongue into his flaring piss-slit. Joey felt Fatboy finger his hole and this caused him to buckle a little which forced his mouth down more on Dexter's big black cock. Dexter let out a high pitched moan and started to shoot a load, Joey swallowed the first blast but quickly pulled off the cock and wanked Dexter's piece so the spunk went all over his gorgeous face. Joey often liked Max to spunk on his face and he allowed Dexter the privilege today. Hearing the moans and smelling fresh cum from above caused Fatboy to spontaneously shoot a hot stream all over the garage floor without even touching himself, this in turn made him clamp down harder on Joey's big juicy dick and caused Joey to erupt his second load of the hour in to Fatboy's willing stretched throat. Joey could feel the purple head of his cock pump out the seed that he knew so many people desired.
The three guys collapsed in a sweating heap of muscle and cum, Joey licking the young Dexter's sperm from his lips. Dexter sat in the corner thinking about how unexpectedly hot that was, Fatboy could only smile in satisfaction as he scooped his own cum up and added it to Joey's inside his mouth before swallowing the mixture down. Joey absent mindedly played with his own hole, using Dexter's cum as a lube to run two fingers in and out as he dreamt of who he could be fucked by next.
"So, when do I get my thirty quid?" said Dexter, flashing a white-toothed grin. The three men lads couldn't help but laugh.